of themselves? Does marriage change the nature and the means of love? Does it make a man fond of a slattern, or a woman fond of a sloven? Did the lover admire order and neatness, and has the wife or husband fallen in love with disorder? It is a great mistake, my friends, a great mistake. I have read somewhere of a people who are accustomed to wear their best clothes at home. If this custom were adopted among ourselves, what a different aspect it would impart to some households! We might appear rather indifferent, perhaps, abroad. Our old duds might give rather a strange look to our streets; but then, all these would be laid aside the moment we entered our own doors. We should don "our best," and sit down at our firesides pleased with ourselves and with each other. The temptation, too, to go abroad would be less, and thus it would be more easy to comply with the apostolic precept, to be "keepers at home." Home would then keep us. I bethink me now of another apostolic precept, which seems to discourage attention to dress. It speaks slightingly of the braiding of hair, and the putting on of apparel, and commends the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit. Think you that Peter seriously meant that a woman should never braid her hair, should never literally put on apparel? Mercy save us; no, not this last, surely. What, then, does he mean? I think it must be an excessive fondness for dress-that's all. If we dress according to the analogy of nature, (as Butler O has it,) we shall dress as well as we can, according to our condition in life. He who has clothed the earth so beautifully, and has given us to perceive and enjoy it, can never have intended that we should not bring into exercise, in connection with the clothing of ourselves, the perception of the beautiful implanted in our natures. It must be a strange taste which prefers the untasteful for its own sake. It is not natural. Leave people to their choice, and ninety-nine out of a hundred will choose as an associate, other things being equal, the best (in the best sense of the word) dressed person. If I were to put another petition in the prayer book, it should be somewhat as follows: From all slatterns, from all slovens, Good Lord, deliver us! HOME. THERE is a land, of every land the pride, Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? SWEET ANNIE FAY. THE pride of the village was sweet Annie Fay, This could not last always: young Love flitted by, Young Willie was missing one morning in June, He could not be found; and rumor had said TO A SISTER. YES, dear one, to the envied train To think of him that's far away? But not in fashion's brilliant hall, O, think not, think not of me there; But when the thoughtless crowd is gone, And hushed the voice of senseless glee, And all is silent, still, and lone, And thou art sad, remember me. Remember me but, loveliest, ne'er |